Lest we forget
Let’s say a prayer for those brave men who fought so hard for us all those years ago in WWII. Any day (every day) — it doesn’t have to be June 6th. Those who survived the initial assault were still fighting on the 7th of June. After all, it took much longer than a day to drive the Germans out of France. Remember them often.
Today, I’m particularly thinking about my former pew-mate, Mr. Brennan (now with the angels), who went into Normandy on a glider. He never talked about it, but on Memorial Day he wore his unit pins. They were small and unobtrusive. He wasn’t the kind of guy to advertise — he wore them for the buddies he lost. As I recall he was with the 82nd Airborne, but I could be mistaken. You can read about the gliders at D-Day here. Herb was a gallant gentleman. On one particularly chilly Sunday when he could tell I was cold, he took his jacket off without a word and put it around my shoulders. They don’t make ’em like Herb anymore!
Look for another post tomorrow… in the meantime, enjoy a glorious Saturday!